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Day 5:
The wet patch on my lower back should have been enough to arouse me when I'd first discovered it, and I have no clue why it didn't. There is only one thing that it could have been, and it was the one thing I was craving. When my eyes fluttered open for the second time that morning, now a bit later in the day with the sun nearly highest in the sky, Bentley was nowhere to be found. I couldn't hear or see him, as I exited the cabin door.
I settled near the fire's smoldering remains and thumbed open my book to where I had been the last time I had read. I'd brought the book with me, thinking that I'd have the time to read, and I hadn't touched it since packing it. There was no time like now to read though, the eye candy was gone and there wasn't anything major that needed done in or around the cabin, (at least after yesterday's tasks.) I opened the book, and began reading. I'd gotten a few pages in when I heard Bentley calling from the path leading to the cabin.
"Hey yew, get out here."
I emerged from the cabin, greeted by a nude Bentley carrying a case of beer. I had been drunk before, it wasn't something I was fond of, though if Bentley were anything like me, he'd lose all of his inhibitions within the first three beers. And so, I concocted a plan. I would get Bentley drunk and start talking about Barbie, the dumb blond bimbo who he fancied and who had fucked at least three-quarters of the school, eventually getting him so aroused that he'd be willing to fulfil my wishes without thinking about it.
He and I sat at the table in the cabin, my book now discarded among the rest of the crap that I'd packed, the 30-pack sitting on the floor between us. We starting downing the first few beers easily, and chatted about everything under the sun. We were beginning to slow down, nursing each beer for several minutes at a time, with Bentley having four and me having only two. I decided to test the waters, asking him more and more personal questions, answering his questions in return, which were equally as probing. The point not being to learn anything, as we knew almost everything about each other.
Bentley was stuck on his eighth beer when he suddenly stumbled from the cabin before throwing up in the bushes. He stumbled back to the cabin, and continued talking as if nothing had happened, he didn't touch any more of the beer.
As planned, I started talking about Barbie, and much to my delight he took the bait. Like a fish on one of his hooks, he followed me as I told him a made up fantasy about fucking her. He also told me the mechanics of his fantasy of fucking her, and I was entertained with the show of his growing erection. By the time he'd reached the part of his tale where he was eating Barbie's cunt... his dick was at full mast, and he was nonchalantly toying with his erection, without fully committing to masturbating.
"All this talk of Barbie has got me all hot and bothered," I said.
"Mhmmm... me too."
"I'm just imagining her sucking my cock... and it's so good."
"Mmmmm... I'd love to get my dick sucked right now," he said, to my delight.
"Me too." I said, rubbing my erection through my jeans.
I was about to propose that we suck each other, but I was cut short by Bentley, "What if we suck each other?"
"No homo." He hastily added.
I hastily agreed. Moving to the bed, I positioned myself between Bentley's muscular, lightly haired legs. In front of my face was the cock I so longed to see, to feel, to taste. I lightly gripped it with my hand, I stroked it a few times, feeling the large meaty tube's veins. Through his cock, I could feel his rapid heartbeat. I smeared the length of this fat cock with the pre-cum leaking copiously from his pink cockhead.
I pushed my face closer to his cock, taking a deep whiff of its pungent smell. Old cum, stale piss, and sweat, in other words the smell of teenage cock. I licked the tip of his dick, still leaking pre-cum like a dripping faucet, the taste was phenomenal, it was slightly salty yet sweet like candy. Bentley moaned as my tongue toyed with his cockhead, before letting it slide past my lips. I slid more and more of his cock into my throat, testing my limit, I only gagged as the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, leaving about three inches of cock untouched. I bobbed my head on his cock, stroking the length as I went along, fondling his balls every few seconds with my other hand. The middle finger on the hand I was fondling his balls with, was a few mere centimeters from his asshole. I could feel the heat radiating off of it. As I fondled his sack's large contents, I pressed my finger closer and closer to his hole. With one final adjustment, I found his hole, and stroking it lightly as not to overstep boundaries.
As my finger found his hole, and stroked it gingerly, he moaned, ramming more of his cock into my throat. It was then, that he grabbed put both of his large hands on the back of my head and pushed me further down on his cock, before viciously face-fucking me. I stroked his hole more vigorously, feeling the tight ring disallowing me from exploring the depths of his guyts. As I pressed the tip of my finger into the tight hole for what would be the last time, he moaned a guttural growl— and forcing his thick, pulsating cock past the back of where he shot mighty load.
As he loosened his grip of my hair, resting his hand flat on my head, I moved my finger from his asshole. Un-impaling myself from his cock, I gasped for air, choking on the creamy cum that he had shot. Whence I had caught my breath, the taste was, again, unlike anything I'd ever tasted before. It was creamy, and sweet, with a subtle nutty taste to it. I cleaned his cock clean of any cum that remained, remembering to chock it up to the alcohol if any questions were raised in the future.
I knew without asking, and without Bentley saying anything, that I had done a good job. Even though I had caught my breath after nearly drowning in his creamy cum, Bentley's chest still heaved with the large gasps. His eyes were closed tightly, and his mouth agape.
Even through the excitement of stroking and tasting his cock, and then tasting his cum, and much to my surprise I had not came. Bentley caught his breath and sat up.
"That was the best dick suckin' I ever had." He said.
"Thanks." I replied, wondering if he would honor our agreement that "WE suck EACH OTHER?" to quote him directly.
"Lay down." He said nervously.
I have no clue why he'd be nervous, I wasn't going to last long, and I was certainly going to enjoy his lips even if he lacked talent.
I lay flat on my back, as he positioned himself between my legs similar to how I had earlier between his. My hard cock sat straight in the air in anticipation of his touch. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes tightly as I watched his hand move towards my throbbing cock. I felt his thickly calloused hand grip my shaft, before it slowly slid upwards and rubbed over my engorged glans. The feeling was other worldly; my dream guy was playing with my cock. I opened my eyes, my pale green eyes meet his deep brown eyes, and for a moment I felt that there was something more to this moment, than "necessity".
He maintained eye contact, as best he could, as his face and open mouth moved closer and closer to my cock. I screamed some kind of nonsense as his tongue made contact with my cockhead. Bentley's eyes, oddly still fixated on mine, sparkled with a glimmer of what would've been a smile. I screamed a little more gibberish as his hot mouth enveloped my entire cockhead and began to take in more and more of my shaft. Beings that I'm not too well endowed, Bentley had little difficulty in taking my almost my entire length into his mouth. As if to entirely emulate me he fondled my, less impressive sack, working one of his fingers closer and closer towards my hole before finding it. His finger's caress was like electric, and his mouth's warmth was like nothing I'd felt before.
My hips bucked as his finger probed my hole, he hadn't fully penetrated me but it was equally as wonderful as if he had. I moaned loudly, the sensations coming from the lower portion of my body too much. I moaned a warning of my impending climax. He only increased the suction and speed on my dick, additionally trying to slide his finger into my asshole. My eyes rolled down from the ceiling, meeting his gaze once again, as our eyes met I came. In the thralls of my orgasm I forced my hips upward, sending my cock as deeply as possible into his mouth as I filled his mouth and throat with my seed.
My cock, spent from all of the activity, drooped lazily from his mouth as I gasped for air. Bentley, as I had for him, cleaned up any cum that he hadn't swallowed.
He laid beside me in the bed, with his back towards me. I sensed a while later that he had fallen asleep. I guess it wasn't long before I too drifted away with the memory of his eyes on mine as he sucked my cock on my mind.
I awoke, what I assume was, several hours later. The sky was black, the moon having disappeared behind some clouds. Bentley was nowhere to be found, and both of our fires were past the point of return. Grabbing the lighter from the mantle of the small fireplace, I organized some small scraps of wood within the fireplace. Within a few minutes I had a small crackling fire going, and after a few minutes later two decent sized logs roasted in the fire.
I sat on the edge of the bed thinking about what had happened, beings that I had not drunken too much, I was fairly clear in remembering the events of a few hours hence. When the fire had burnt down a little, by my estimate an hour or two after having put the logs on the fire, I began wondering where Bentley was. It wasn't unlike him to hike off by himself, but never for this long at night.
I was suddenly stricken by fear of him having died, or being injured. I pitched a few more logs in the fireplace, and reorganized and lit the fire outside the cabin. Grabbing a longer stick whose end was glowing with a sizeable flame, I wandered down the path towards the creek, careful not to incur injury. As I neared the last bend in the path, the short rocky beach by the creek came into full view. However, Bentley was nowhere to be seen. I continued walking for a while, snaking around the paths encircling the cabin. Daybreak was fast approaching thankfully as my torch was burning closer and closer to my hand. Bentley was still nowhere to be found.
I decided to return to the cabin, hoping that he'd be in the bed fast asleep. Much to my relief, he was sitting at one of the stumps around the fire pit staring deeply into the fire.
"You had me worried." I said, as I pitched my torch into the fire.
"Sorry." He said quietly, not taking his eyes away from the fire.
"You alright?" I asked.
"'m fine." He replied shortly, before he stood up, turned and walked into the cabin.
I hadn't any idea what spell had taken over him. Yesterday he had been jovial and gay, and now he was despondent and grouchy.
What had ills had befallen my hunk?
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